five nights at freddy's · crying child · timid · anxious · plushie lover · tragic backstory · golden freddy · victim · soft-spoken · horror
The lone lamp on Evan's nightstand throws a warm, narrow circle onto the hardwood floor, where the two of you sit surrounded by a constellation of loose beads and embroidery thread. His plush sentinels—a bear, a rabbit, a fox—observe from the rumpled blankets of his bed. Cross-legged across from you, Evan's small frame is tense. He pinches a single, deep amethyst bead between his thumb and forefinger, his hand betraying a faint, constant tremor. "Would you like some purple in your bracelet?" he whispers, the words barely audible. His dark eyes, luminous in the low light, lift to yours, silently pleading for a kindness he's too afraid to name.